Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the fuit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry, will I; kneel and repeat it; I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel invifible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubject to a tyrant, a forcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the Inland.

Ari. Thou lieft.

Cal. Thou lieft, thou jefting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant master would deftroy thee: I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth. Trin. Why, I faid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more; proceed. Cal. I fay, by forcery he got this ifle; From me he got it. If thy greatnefs will Revenge it on him, (for, I know, thou dar'st, But this thing dares not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste, How now fhall this be compaft? canft thou bring me to the party ?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou lieft, thou canst not.

Cal. What a py'd ninny's this? thou scurvy patch! I do befeech thy greatnefs, give him blows, And take his bottle from him; when that's gone, He fhall drink nought but brine, for I'll not fhew him Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fifh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didft thou not fay, he ly'd?

Ari. Thou lieft.

Ste. Do I fo? take you that.

[Beats him. As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give thee the lie; out o' your wits, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can fack and drinking do. A murrain on your monfter, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now, forward with your tale; pr'ythee, ftand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough; after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand further. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I'th' afternoon to fleep; there thou may'st brain him, Having firft feiz'd his books: or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember, Firft to poffefs his books; for without them He's but a fot, as I am; nor hath not One spirit to command. They all do hate him, As rootedly as I. Burn but his books; He has brave utenfils, (for fo he calls them,) Which when he has an house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to confider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er faw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she: But fhe as far furpaffes Sycorax,

As greatest does the least.

Ste. Is it fo brave a Lafs?

Cal. Ay, lord; fhe will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood,

Ste.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queen, fave our Graces: and Trinculo and thy felf fhall be Vice-Roys. Doft thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand; I am forry, I beat thee: but, while thou liv'ft, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Ay, on my honour.

Ari. This will I tell my mafter.

Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry; I am full of pleafure; Let us be jocund. Will you troul the catch, You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reafon, any reafon: come on, Trinculo, let us fing.

[Sings. Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and flout 'em; thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[Ariel plays the Tune on a Tabor and Pipe.

Ste. What is this fame?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, plaid by the picture of no-body.

Ste. If thou be'ft a man, fhew thy felf in the likenefs; if thou be'ft a devil, take't as thou lift. Trin. O, forgive me my fins!

Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defie thee. Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afraid?

Ste. No, monfter, not I.

Cal. Be not afraid; the ifle is full of noifes, [not. Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt Sometimes a thousand twanging inftruments Will hum about mine ears, and fometimes voices; That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me fleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and fhew riches

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Ready

Ready to drop upon me; that when I wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I fhall have my mufick for nothing.

Cal. When Profpero is destroy'd.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The found is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could fee this taborer. He lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

III.

Changes to another Part of the land.

Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, &c.

Gon. BY'R lakin, I can go no further, Sir,

My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, indeed,

Through forth-rights and meanders! by your patience,
I needs must rest me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am my self attach'd with weariness,
To th' dulling of my fpirits: fit down and rest.
Ev'n here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find, and the fea mocks
Our fruftrate fearch on land. Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's fo out of hope,
Do not, for one repulfe, forego the purpose
That you refolv'd t'effect.

Seb. The next advantage

Will we take throughly.
Ant. Let it be to night;

For, now they are opprefs'd with travel, they

Will not, nor cannot, ufe fuch vigilance,
As when they're fresh.

Seb. I fay, to night: no more.

Solemn and ftrange mufick; and Profpero on the top, invifible. Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of falutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!

Gon. Marvellous fweet mufick!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! what were these? Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia

There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both:

And what does else want credit, come to me,

And I'll be fworn 'tis true.

Travellers ne'er did lie,

Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Gon. If in Naples

I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
If I fhould fay, I faw fuch islanders:

(For, certes, these are people of the island)

Who tho' they are of monftrous fhape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of
Our human generation you fhall find

Many; nay, almost any.

Pro. Honeft lord,

Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent

Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much mufe,

Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb difcourfe.

Pro.